Three-Hour Tour: From Bad News to Bank on the Cancelled Grift Express

Jenny Lindsay’s on X today, running her favourite sport: making literally anything into the Jenny Lindsay Show.

Imagine living in a world where the first thing you think when news breaks is, “How’s this about me?” Actually, don’t — Jenny’s already monetised it.

Ever since the Great Cancellation of 2020, she’s been flogging that dead horse like it’s a side hustle. Hounded sold itself as a big think-piece on gender politics but read like a never-ending subtweet aimed at everyone she’s fallen out with. Every event, every column, every pissy panel appearance — same script, same star, zero self-awareness.

She’ll bang on about women’s rights if the postcode’s right. Gaza? Nah. But if the “woman” in question is Jenny Lindsay, buckle in for a thread, a podcast, and some merch.

Truth is, Edinburgh’s lit scene is already a snakepit of grant-chasing, panel-hopping fakes — folk who’ve been “emerging” for so long they should be fossilised. Jenny’s no different. She got her public funding, smiled for the photos, then found the upgrade package: the Cancelled Grift™. Being the wounded culture war heroine pays better, gets you bigger rooms, and you never have to risk folk realising your actual work’s bang average.

The poetry’s just stage dressing now — the real act is Jenny Lindsay™ and her endless victim monologue. And aye, it’s working. But Christ, how long can you keep milking the same pish before even the other grifters stop pretending to care?